The Devil I tell you!

Wedding craziness continues.

Today, coincidentally, is my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. I just hung out and made jokes about Mom wearing The Gloves to resurrect The Tailor to do her evil bidding since the date is 6-6-6. She wore her dress and stuff for a little while. Apparently, the veil is in Florida or something and we will never see it again. To which I say bullshit. If I want to wear the veil one day, I will track the damn veil down. Then she made Tess and I try the dress on. I felt kind of silly but flouncing up and down the stairs in a train was fun.

Dad got Mom a necklace and a ring- the necklace is an amethyst and diamond pendant on white gold that's the size of a quarter, with a ring to match (except the stone is smaller. Dur.) It's all pretty and sparkly and stuff.

Jeannette's bridal shower was over Memorial Day weekend. We suprised her at Ichiban's. So suprised her, in fact, that she was standing about six inches away from me and didn't recognize me AT ALL because she wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary. She was like, "So where do we sit?" and everyone was like, "Uh... Jean?" "What? Where do we sit?" Then I waved my hand in front of her face and she shrieked and hugged me. Which was nice, because it saved me the awkward introduction of, "Quinn, meet my best friend, who doesn't know who I am, because I've been a psycho stalker all of these years."

The whole thing was awesome. I planned it, made the reservations, got the cake, made paper cranes and gift bags, stole my mom's kimono for Jean to wear, made a crazy bride-hat, called people, and got them all to show up on time, and Missy, the matron of honor (and Jean's sister) picked up the tab. She's wonderful like that. Their parents and brother went, too, and Tim and Quinn. Jean's parents gave her a toolbox; in one tray was a hammer (attitude adjustment #1) and in the next was a delicate, lacy negligee (attitude adjustment #2.)

Yay wedding stuff.


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School ended on an underwhelming note. Got an A, three A-'s, and a B-, in watercolor, which is great because I thought I was going to fail that course altogether. I just managed to squeak onto the Dean's List again.

Work is work. I'm exhausted, particularly from yesterday, because I worked at Coastel from 7-4:30 and then at Lucky Moon from 6-11. Throw the bus schedules in there, and I left the house at six in the morning and didn't get home till after midnight. Actually wound up taking the day off from work today to sleep and NyQuil myself to shit because of a sinus headache.

The week's not getting any better. I'm working from 11-5 tomorrow and then I've got to go to Tess's last concert. Thursday I'm working at Coastel, then running to the mall to pay off some of the cell bill, and then hanging out with Kira. Friday I'm at Lucky Moon from 9-3 and then Saturday from 10-6 or whenever... Rox and I are working at the cafe until two and then closing to go work the booth at the CNY Gay Pride Festival. I hope the weather is nice for that.

Also, have to figure out what I'm doing with my life.

Bah.

Why the fuck am I still awake?

The Devil I tell you!

Wedding craziness continues.

Today, coincidentally, is my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. I just hung out and made jokes about Mom wearing The Gloves to resurrect The Tailor to do her evil bidding since the date is 6-6-6. She wore her dress and stuff for a little while. Apparently, the veil is in Florida or something and we will never see it again. To which I say bullshit. If I want to wear the veil one day, I will track the damn veil down. Then she made Tess and I try the dress on. I felt kind of silly but flouncing up and down the stairs in a train was fun.

Dad got Mom a necklace and a ring- the necklace is an amethyst and diamond pendant on white gold that's the size of a quarter, with a ring to match (except the stone is smaller. Dur.) It's all pretty and sparkly and stuff.

Jeannette's bridal shower was over Memorial Day weekend. We suprised her at Ichiban's. So suprised her, in fact, that she was standing about six inches away from me and didn't recognize me AT ALL because she wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary. She was like, "So where do we sit?" and everyone was like, "Uh... Jean?" "What? Where do we sit?" Then I waved my hand in front of her face and she shrieked and hugged me. Which was nice, because it saved me the awkward introduction of, "Quinn, meet my best friend, who doesn't know who I am, because I've been a psycho stalker all of these years."

The whole thing was awesome. I planned it, made the reservations, got the cake, made paper cranes and gift bags, stole my mom's kimono for Jean to wear, made a crazy bride-hat, called people, and got them all to show up on time, and Missy, the matron of honor (and Jean's sister) picked up the tab. She's wonderful like that. Their parents and brother went, too, and Tim and Quinn. Jean's parents gave her a toolbox; in one tray was a hammer (attitude adjustment #1) and in the next was a delicate, lacy negligee (attitude adjustment #2.)

Yay wedding stuff.


...


School ended on an underwhelming note. Got an A, three A-'s, and a B-, in watercolor, which is great because I thought I was going to fail that course altogether. I just managed to squeak onto the Dean's List again.

Work is work. I'm exhausted, particularly from yesterday, because I worked at Coastel from 7-4:30 and then at Lucky Moon from 6-11. Throw the bus schedules in there, and I left the house at six in the morning and didn't get home till after midnight. Actually wound up taking the day off from work today to sleep and NyQuil myself to shit because of a sinus headache.

The week's not getting any better. I'm working from 11-5 tomorrow and then I've got to go to Tess's last concert. Thursday I'm working at Coastel, then running to the mall to pay off some of the cell bill, and then hanging out with Kira. Friday I'm at Lucky Moon from 9-3 and then Saturday from 10-6 or whenever... Rox and I are working at the cafe until two and then closing to go work the booth at the CNY Gay Pride Festival. I hope the weather is nice for that.

Also, have to figure out what I'm doing with my life.

Bah.

Why the fuck am I still awake?